Gravity

I have a love/hate relationship with gravity. From an astromechanical point of view, I love being in its pull, zooming earthward, only to pull up/bounceback/splash through at the end.
The feeling of wind whipping past your head at terminal velocity while your brains try and pick which ear to crawl out of is one of those experiences that make life worth living.

Sure, physics will make this much clearer!

Then there’s interpersonal gravity. The only person who’s gravity well I’ve fallen into is my wife’s (The Most Wonderful Girl In The Universe. That means that I keep myself attuned to where she is, what her mood is, and whether she needs a hug or caress or joke from me. (To be fair, she’s also pretty good at knowing when I need one of those, or when I need to give her one.

There’s also the gravity of situations. I spent last Friday working at our data center until about 2130 diagnosing a server failure. Turns out it was a bad memory chip.
But it needed to be found, and the server’s disposition needed to be definitively diagnosed – would we be able to get it up by market open Monday? Did we have spare memory for it? Was Guap going to accidentally power down a whole rack of servers? Again?
(The answers were Yes, Sort of, No, NO!)

Three very different uses of the word gravity, all sort of tied together by different facets of the same definition.
Some bad, but some pretty damn good.

That’s my post for today.
Can you see what I’m getting at?

Yes! I am painfully bored!

Oh, and if anyone has anything I can jump off of, I’m open to suggestions (he said with gravitas).

Oh, I would definitely try that, after I had a whole bunch of drop time under my belt! Wind and aerodynamics along a cliff is completely different from the same on an open air jump from a plane (I’ve heard).

If I ever get there, I’ll wear a helmet cam so we can both enjoy “GOOD LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?” footage.

Ha! I knew someone who once powered down the entire floor of a stock exchange. Fantastic. I am trying to imagine how hard it must be to FIND the bad chip and how much sweating and swearing must be involved!

Oh, and by the way, in a grand waterslide adventure my “as I started to descend” scream wasn’t EEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH! It was “I want a pony!” Unfortunately the meaning was lost on the listeners though they were able to make it out.

I love when you mention TMWGITU. It always makes me smile. Having been in IT wayyyyyyyyyyyyy back when Windows 2.0 had just come out, I still have flashbacks to server problems. But this was when servers were backed up onto tapes, and when an entire server held less than the average smartphone today.

I’m a technological illiterate, but a lot of my friends work in IT, so I have some idea of the demanding nature of the job. I’ve noticed there are two kinds of IT guys–the proactive kind, which I’ll bet you are, who try to anticipate problems, and reactors, dudes who spend all their time putting out fires.

I love the gravity between you and your wife. You are so fortunate…. I hope she never has to diagnose a bad chip in your memory, like if you live until you’re 102. Maybe there will be a machine by then to do that… I don’t know why I’m in a down, alzheimery mood today. I’ll go read your previous post now.

He’s ok, though I guess. Just think he’s a whiny, rude, entitled wanker. I’d rather be stuck in an elevator with Richard Simmons.

Hey, there’s a gravity question… If you’re in an elevator that’s lost power and going down quick, would jumping really high save your life when it crashed? Always wondered. But never wanted to test the theory.

Ha! I wonder that at least once a week in an elevator.
I also wonder how I’ll know we’re about to hit bottom so I know when to jump…

I heard an interview where John Mayer said he met Eric Clapton and he was going on about how someone had set the meeting up so Eric could “pass the torch” or somesuch to John.
Then I read someone asked Clapton about it and he said something like “Nice kid. Not really my thing though…”.

You sir, have always blinded me with science. I’m always glad I came across you. Or hey, maybe you came across me and then I hit you back. Never mind the details, I’m all about your big wave now that I found it. And thanks for that. Really. Thanks.

I occasionally try and remember how I’ve met people on here. We probably met through Susie.
No matter how it happened, I enjoy your company and posts.
And seriously, you have the best analogies in the game.

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It really doesn’t get much better than this!!!! Love like this deserves to be noticed, witnessed, enjoyed, and spread like the cure to a disease.

Then there’s interpersonal gravity. The only person who’s gravity well I’ve fallen into is my wife’s (The Most Wonderful Girl In The Universe. That means that I keep myself attuned to where she is, what her mood is, and whether she needs a hug or caress or joke from me. (To be fair, she’s also pretty good at knowing when I need one of those, or when I need to give her one.

umm… Gravity makes my man-boobs sag… that’s why I am going to the gym now… but that part about getting caught in your wife’s gravity well was freekin’ awesome… unless she actually is so large that she has a gravity well… and then… sorry…